AN: The end is close at hand! Repent all ye sinners! Oh, sorry, this is
Fanfiction. *Is V. embarrassed * Excuse me, but the end is near. Things
build up and things wind down; the harper's story begins to close as the
hero slowly dies! *weeps dramatically *. Read on, oh ye gentle reviewers.
*Men in white coats cart NightsClaws off *
Hurts XXI
I dashed out to the car and helped Tea into the back seat with Yugi.
"Keep her hands above her head." I told the boy. "I can't pick the locks until we're at my house. Key's Yami?"
Yami handed them over and I hopped into the driver's seat.
"Keep her talking, if she goes to sleep she might slip into a coma." I told Yami as I reversed out of the alley.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
We made it home in record time. Unfortunately, the house was still in lock down, so I had to get out of the car and put it into normal alert. We pulled into the driveway and I pulled a paper clip out of the glove compartment.
"Hold out her left hand." I told Yugi, while bending the paper clip into a decent lock pick. "Tea? Are you awake?"
"Uh-huh." She slurred.
"We're at my house. I called my doctor and he's coming over. I'm gonna take off the cuffs and he'll give you a check-up. Don't tell him what happened, okay?"
"Okay." She nodded. I picked the lock off the two cuffs and threw them out the window. Yami went inside and Yugi held the door for me. I went in and, ignoring the shouts of everyone else in the house, took Tea to one of the guestrooms. I helped her into the bed and pulled a chair up.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
"Good. But kinda light headed." She admitted. "I was losing so much blood, why aren't I dead?"
"The cuffs aided as a sort of bandage. Don't worry, my doctor doesn't ask to many questions. He's also very discreet. I'd trust him with my life."
"You'd have to." Tea smiled. I shrugged.
"Kaiba? Tea?" Mai called from the hall.
"In here." I yelled and Mai stuck her head in the door.
"There's a man here for Tea. Mokuba say's he's the doctor. Send him in?"
"Out of my way!" Another voice called from behind Mai and she disappeared. Soon a tiny man with almost white hair stormed in. "Where is she?"
"Right here, Dr. Blair." I explained, nodding in Tea's direction.
"Right." My doctor nodded. "Everyone out. That means you too, Mr. Kaiba."
"You'll be alright." I reassured Tea. She nodded and I forced a smile, before leaving her for Dr. Blair to patch up.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I walked down the stairs and was surprised to find the others waiting for me.
"Well?" Yugi asked.
"My doctor is going to check her over. I believe she'll be fine though."
"Good." Tristan sighed.
"Hey, Kaiba." Joey grinned, going over to join Mai. "You're not so bad."
"Of course he's not!" Mokuba said, defending me. "He's my brother!"
"Thanks kid." I grinned.
"Hey! I know what we should do now!" Joey shouted excitedly. "Lets break out the beer and celebrate the safe return of Yugi and Tea!"
"Nice try, Joey." I grinned. "But I don't keep any beer in the house."
"What?!" Joey asked surprised. "Oh well, Tristan, Yami and I will go out and get some. come on you two."
Yami and Tristan laughed and followed Joey out of the house.
"Mokuba, I don't want you drinking, so now it's your bed time." I told him. Mokuba rolled his eyes, not believing that I was actually giving into Joey's idea, but went off to his room. I had to admit I was surprised that I was allowing Joey to hold a party at my house.
"Wait a sec!" Mai said. "Joey's our ride home. I don't think it'll be safe with him drinking."
"Yea." Bakura nodded.
"You all can stay here." I shrugged. "I've got plenty of guestrooms. Just chose one when you want to crash and stay in that one for the night. I'll have a servant get some clothes for you and Tea. The guys can borrow off me, I suppose."
"Well, all right." Mai shrugged. Yugi looked a little worried but I guess decided to go along with it. I went up to the second floor and locked my room and my office. When I came back down, Joey was breaking out the beer and the others had already cranked up the music.
"Dear God." I muttered, as Tristan handed me a beer. Taking a large drink, I began to wonder why I had ever agreed to this in the first place. I couldn't come up with a decent answer.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I watched the doctor come over and inspect my arms. Taking a few cotton swabs out of a sealed bag, covered them in cleaning alcohol and rubbed the liquid over my cuts. I bit my lip to stop from crying out in pain. Soon the blood was gone and the doctor was able to see the cuts. He studied them for a second before pulling out some bandages and wrapping my wrists in them.
"Are you cutting yourself?" He asked me quietly. I shook my head and he shrugged. "I have to ask. I'm bound by law to report anyone with suicidal tendencies."
"Oh." I said. "Well, I'm not suicidal."
"Alright." The doctor sighed. "Do you hurt anywhere else?"
"My back." I admitted. "And my legs are cramped."
"Very well." He nodded. "Could you sit up? I'm going to check for any broken ribs."
I tried to sit up for a second and found that I was too weak. With a groan, the doctor lifted me into a sitting position and ran a hand down my spine.
"You're back seems to be alright." He muttered, before running a hand over my sides and ribs. "Sides, too. How many fingers?"
"Three." I shrugged.
"Good." He nodded. "When I say go I want you to raise your right hand. Go."
I raised my right hand and this seemed to satisfy him.
"Very well. You seem fit enough. If you feel any pains, and I mean any what so ever, go to your family doctor for a more thorough check-up. I'm not your actual doctor, so I might have missed something. I'm sure you can deal with the bruising on your back and sides, even though it does seem to be quite extensive."
"I'll be fine." I assured the short man. He cracked a smile and raised an eyebrow.
"Sure you will." He laughed. "Well, I've got ask. How did you get these cuts and bruises?"
"I fell." I shrugged.
"Under a train?" He laughed. I rolled my eyes and, to my surprise, he didn't push it. "All right, my work is done here. Why don't you try and get some rest?"
"I'll do my best." I nodded.
Hurts XXI
I dashed out to the car and helped Tea into the back seat with Yugi.
"Keep her hands above her head." I told the boy. "I can't pick the locks until we're at my house. Key's Yami?"
Yami handed them over and I hopped into the driver's seat.
"Keep her talking, if she goes to sleep she might slip into a coma." I told Yami as I reversed out of the alley.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
We made it home in record time. Unfortunately, the house was still in lock down, so I had to get out of the car and put it into normal alert. We pulled into the driveway and I pulled a paper clip out of the glove compartment.
"Hold out her left hand." I told Yugi, while bending the paper clip into a decent lock pick. "Tea? Are you awake?"
"Uh-huh." She slurred.
"We're at my house. I called my doctor and he's coming over. I'm gonna take off the cuffs and he'll give you a check-up. Don't tell him what happened, okay?"
"Okay." She nodded. I picked the lock off the two cuffs and threw them out the window. Yami went inside and Yugi held the door for me. I went in and, ignoring the shouts of everyone else in the house, took Tea to one of the guestrooms. I helped her into the bed and pulled a chair up.
"How are you feeling?" I asked.
"Good. But kinda light headed." She admitted. "I was losing so much blood, why aren't I dead?"
"The cuffs aided as a sort of bandage. Don't worry, my doctor doesn't ask to many questions. He's also very discreet. I'd trust him with my life."
"You'd have to." Tea smiled. I shrugged.
"Kaiba? Tea?" Mai called from the hall.
"In here." I yelled and Mai stuck her head in the door.
"There's a man here for Tea. Mokuba say's he's the doctor. Send him in?"
"Out of my way!" Another voice called from behind Mai and she disappeared. Soon a tiny man with almost white hair stormed in. "Where is she?"
"Right here, Dr. Blair." I explained, nodding in Tea's direction.
"Right." My doctor nodded. "Everyone out. That means you too, Mr. Kaiba."
"You'll be alright." I reassured Tea. She nodded and I forced a smile, before leaving her for Dr. Blair to patch up.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I walked down the stairs and was surprised to find the others waiting for me.
"Well?" Yugi asked.
"My doctor is going to check her over. I believe she'll be fine though."
"Good." Tristan sighed.
"Hey, Kaiba." Joey grinned, going over to join Mai. "You're not so bad."
"Of course he's not!" Mokuba said, defending me. "He's my brother!"
"Thanks kid." I grinned.
"Hey! I know what we should do now!" Joey shouted excitedly. "Lets break out the beer and celebrate the safe return of Yugi and Tea!"
"Nice try, Joey." I grinned. "But I don't keep any beer in the house."
"What?!" Joey asked surprised. "Oh well, Tristan, Yami and I will go out and get some. come on you two."
Yami and Tristan laughed and followed Joey out of the house.
"Mokuba, I don't want you drinking, so now it's your bed time." I told him. Mokuba rolled his eyes, not believing that I was actually giving into Joey's idea, but went off to his room. I had to admit I was surprised that I was allowing Joey to hold a party at my house.
"Wait a sec!" Mai said. "Joey's our ride home. I don't think it'll be safe with him drinking."
"Yea." Bakura nodded.
"You all can stay here." I shrugged. "I've got plenty of guestrooms. Just chose one when you want to crash and stay in that one for the night. I'll have a servant get some clothes for you and Tea. The guys can borrow off me, I suppose."
"Well, all right." Mai shrugged. Yugi looked a little worried but I guess decided to go along with it. I went up to the second floor and locked my room and my office. When I came back down, Joey was breaking out the beer and the others had already cranked up the music.
"Dear God." I muttered, as Tristan handed me a beer. Taking a large drink, I began to wonder why I had ever agreed to this in the first place. I couldn't come up with a decent answer.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
I watched the doctor come over and inspect my arms. Taking a few cotton swabs out of a sealed bag, covered them in cleaning alcohol and rubbed the liquid over my cuts. I bit my lip to stop from crying out in pain. Soon the blood was gone and the doctor was able to see the cuts. He studied them for a second before pulling out some bandages and wrapping my wrists in them.
"Are you cutting yourself?" He asked me quietly. I shook my head and he shrugged. "I have to ask. I'm bound by law to report anyone with suicidal tendencies."
"Oh." I said. "Well, I'm not suicidal."
"Alright." The doctor sighed. "Do you hurt anywhere else?"
"My back." I admitted. "And my legs are cramped."
"Very well." He nodded. "Could you sit up? I'm going to check for any broken ribs."
I tried to sit up for a second and found that I was too weak. With a groan, the doctor lifted me into a sitting position and ran a hand down my spine.
"You're back seems to be alright." He muttered, before running a hand over my sides and ribs. "Sides, too. How many fingers?"
"Three." I shrugged.
"Good." He nodded. "When I say go I want you to raise your right hand. Go."
I raised my right hand and this seemed to satisfy him.
"Very well. You seem fit enough. If you feel any pains, and I mean any what so ever, go to your family doctor for a more thorough check-up. I'm not your actual doctor, so I might have missed something. I'm sure you can deal with the bruising on your back and sides, even though it does seem to be quite extensive."
"I'll be fine." I assured the short man. He cracked a smile and raised an eyebrow.
"Sure you will." He laughed. "Well, I've got ask. How did you get these cuts and bruises?"
"I fell." I shrugged.
"Under a train?" He laughed. I rolled my eyes and, to my surprise, he didn't push it. "All right, my work is done here. Why don't you try and get some rest?"
"I'll do my best." I nodded.